I used to shy away from the word ritual. Instead I liked the word process or routine, but I’ve come to embrace “ritual” once I defined it for myself.
For me, a ritual is an act that has sacred intention weaved through it. My energy and thoughts about the act make it sacred, inject holiness into the act.
For example, a person can drink red wine or one can drink communion.
My connection to the Universe doesn’t always show up in forms that I prefer.
For example, I see the numbers 911 a lot. I mean a whole lot.
For years (no joke—years), this really bugged me. I was pissed that my synchronicities showed up in numbers that either meant an emergency was imminent or a reminder of one of the worst days in American history.
Other people find white feathers and heart-shaped stones as their signs from the Universe,
When I first started meditating, my meditation teacher suggested I set up an altar space in my home. He wanted me to lite a candle, burn some incense and meditate on a round cushion facing my altar. Oh, by the way, my altar needed to face East, host statues of saints or deities, and photos of loved ones.
All these rules freaked me out. I was brand new to meditation, and the idea of sitting in a quiet room by myself was weird enough without adding anything extra to the experience.
Every place on Earth (or in the Universe for that matter) has a unique vibration, a particular energy about it. A felt sense that you can feel when you visit it.
That’s why certain places resonate with you, and others don’t. When you resonate with a spot, it’s like getting an energy boost from the Universe. It nourishes you in some way.
One of my favorite things to do when I travel is to feel into the energy of a place.